The moon is high. The sea is deep. They rock and rock and rock to sleep.

I want to be your personal penguin. Please?

The greatest tragedies were written by the Greeks and Shakespeare...neither knew chocolate.

Much serious thought has been devoted to the subject of chocolate: What does chocolate mean? Is the pursuit of chocolate a right or a privilege? Does the notion of chocolate preclude the concept of free will?

As with most fine things, chocolate has its season. There is a simple memory aid that you can use to determine whether it is the correct time to order chocolate dishes: any month whose name contains the letter A, E, or U is the proper time for chocolate.

Clearly it is not the lovelorn sufferer who seeks solace in chocolate, but rather the chocolate-deprived individual, who, desperate, seeks in mere love a pale approximation of bittersweet euphoria.

There always seems to be someone looking over your shoulder - just waiting for an opportunity to lecture on The Darker Side of Chocolate